Classical Poems


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Jean Ingelow poet Wendover by Jean Ingelow
Uplifted and lone, set apart with our love
On the crest of a soft swelling down
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Franz Grillparzer poet Wenn Der Vogel Singen Will by Franz Grillparzer
Wenn der Vogel singen will,
Sucht er einen Ast,
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Anton Wildgans poet Wenn Ich Der Liebe Herrgott Wär! by Anton Wildgans
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Heinrich Heine poet Wenn Ich, Beseligt by Heinrich Heine
When I’m made happy by lovely kisses,
Lying so sweetly in your arms’ prisons,
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Emily Dickinson poet Went Up A Year This Evening! by Emily Dickinson
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Went up a year this evening!
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Mary Hannay Foott poet Wentworth by Mary Hannay Foott
'Tis a new thing for Australia that the waters to her bear
One who seeks not strength of sunshine, or the breath of healing air;
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Anton Wildgans poet Wer Mir Die Armut Vor Die Türe Weist by Anton Wildgans
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Anton Wildgans poet Wer War Onda? by Anton Wildgans
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Banjo Paterson poet 'We'Re All Australians Now' by Banjo Paterson
Australia takes her pen in hand
To write a line to you,
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Anonymous Americas poet We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! by Anonymous Americas
We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!
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Edgar Albert Guest poet We'Re Dreamers All by Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead,
And a hint of something better is written in every creed;
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Alfred Austin poet Were I A Poet, I Would Dwell by Alfred Austin
`Were I a Poet, I would dwell,
Not upon lonely height,
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George MacDonald poet Were I A Skilful Painter by George MacDonald
Were I a skilful painter,
My pencil, not my pen,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet Were I Man Grown by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Were I man grown, I'd stand
With clean heart, soul, and hand,
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Wystan Hugh Auden poet We'Re Late by Wystan Hugh Auden
Clocks cannot tell our time of day
For what event to pray
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George Gordon Byron poet Were My Bosom As False As Thou Deem'st It To Be by George Gordon Byron
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be,
I need not have wander'd from far Galilee;
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Sultan Bahu poet Were My Whole Body Festooned With Eyes by Sultan Bahu
Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal.
5.67 0
Emily Dickinson poet Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee by Emily Dickinson
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Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
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Hans Christian Andersen poet Wessel by Hans Christian Andersen
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet West by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant poet West By North Again by Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls, and funds are sinking low,
The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go;
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Anna Laetitia Barbauld poet West End Fair by Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Dame Charity one day was tired
With nursing of her children three,—
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Matthew Arnold poet West London by Matthew Arnold
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square
A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied;
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Alice Guerin Crist poet West Of Fanny O'Dea's by Alice Guerin Crist
You’ll not find the name in geography books,
It isn’t marked on the map,
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William Cullen Bryant poet West Wind, The by William Cullen Bryant
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high,
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